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You scream, but no one can hear you, you cry, but no one can see your tears, the blackness your only company, the thick stench of the cramped quarters clung to you like sweat, beads of it rolling down your exposed skin and falling on the the stone floor the only rhythmic sounds that echoed in your ears, that and your breathless sobs, your tattered breath pouring out from your lips, and blood shot eyes, you've been in there for a day or was it two, you weren't sure, when you got tired you would scramble into a corner and sleep, but not even dreams let you escape the darkness, sometime when you woke abruptly you would see a small rectangle of light but it quickly snapped shut of your waking, why were you here?

They rip you out of your hellish conditions and throw you into the blinding light, you became their personal pin cushion, hot water ripped into your skin as they wash all the grime and dirt form you, too weak to fight back you limply retorted and fought they never spoke except for the stray cough or their breath as it crawled over the noise of the heart monitor that blistered  your eyes, your body ached and burned would was an hour felt like days of being in that room, that last thing was a needle sliding under your skin and the contents emptied into your veins.

You were in a bed, you were under soft covers and you had a desser and other thing in your room, you became aware that it was only a long massive night mare, like the one of falling then twitching when you hit the ground, but then you picked up a note,

  “Dear unwanted citizen, it is our knowledge that you are in need of help, our help, and for that we give you a home with others like you, please enjoy yourself, this is where people like yourself live, doctors will see to you every night before bed, and sinse this is your first night here it might be abit unsettling however you will get use to it- everyone does eventually.

  ps: sorry about the beginng of our special treatment we can't have any variables in our facility."

--credit to Angel Dust and Devil Wings--

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::Rules::

-Cussing and details are the least of my worries. Do whatever with them, but don't go over board.

-Even genders please.

-If you haven't figured out already, this is a mental hospital.

-Respect me and the co-owner, Angel Dust and Devil Wings.

-You don't have to have some type of mental illness to be in here.

-Drama is nice.

-Expect some twists.

-Uh..yeah. I think I'm done.

-I will add more if need be.

-Do not join until told to do so.

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Name:

Nickname:

Age:

Gender:

Illness: (Remember: Optional)

Personality:

History:

Others:

Looks:

Name: abigail

Nickname: abbi

Age: 19

Gender: female

Illness: (Remember: Optional) anger and shes crazy

Personality: meet me

History:

Others: *blinks*

Looks:

Name: karren

Nickname: daddy- no no not that way u perv!

Age: 19

Gender: male

Illness: (Remember: Optional) I have terrible anger issues

Personality:..

History:

Others: emmeline

Looks:

Name: samantha

Nickname: sam

Age: 17

Gender: female

Illness: (Remember: Optional) GOD DAMNIT I SAID IM FINE

Personality: meet me

History:

Others: im not sick let me out of here!

Looks:

Name: stray

Nickname:

Age: 18

Gender: male

Illness: (Remember: Optional) not really anillness but he doesn’t talk much,

Personality: meet him

History:

Others: he draws

Looks:

Name:  Lillith Evans

Nickname:  Lilli

Age:  18

Gender: Female

Illness: Major depression, anxiety, and shyness, and has frequent delusions of grandeur. Though she may look all sweet, she throws some temper tantrums at some times.

Personality:  Lilli is usually very sweet, if you get her to talk. She usually keeps to herself, staring out the window. Though if you get her to talk to you, she's funny, playful, and kind. Though, like many, she can tell you a little thing or two about yourself.

History: Won't ever tell.

Others: Won't tell if she has anything else.

Looks: 

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Name:  Erich Jones

Nickname:  Erich...

Age:  19

Gender:  Male

Illness: Nothing.

Personality: Charming, sarcastic, and very cocky. He loves to joke around and play, along with flirt.

History:

Others:

Looks: 

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Name:  Emmeline

Nickname:  Em, Emmy

Age:  6

Gender:  Female

Illness: She has severe nightmares.

Personality: Emmy is very sweet, shy, and loving. Though it takes her awhile to get used to people.

History:

Others: Her favorite "toy" or thing to keep around with her is a red balloon.

Looks:

May I join?

ucan post ur skelliesfor now, but until ney neys back were not rping ^.^ sorry

Heyyyy!

Very much so. Sorry I wasn't on, making this go a little dead until I returned.

But feel free to post your skellies and such. (:

It's now open.

MUAHAHA u start whore bag

Lillith sat in the main room in a chair she had pulled up to the window. Her knees were pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Brown eyes stared out of the window, the soft glow of the sun, softening her features. She always sat here at least once in a day. Other times she simply sat on the couch watching everyone.

Erich walked in to the main room, clapping his hands together once, startling everyone. He smiled afterwards, then went and took a seat on the couch, putting his feet up on the little coffee table. His eyes scanned everyone. Everyone was so down and quiet. Complete opposite of him. "Why's everyone so damned quiet?" he said to anyone who was listening.

Emmeline looked at her distorted reflection in the red balloon. She squeezed it and smiled, then put it's string under a random book she took from the shelf in her room so it wouldn't float off. The little girl fixed her dress as she sat in the corner of the room, looking at everyone. It's all everyone seemed to do. Just...stare at everything and everybody.

abigail she was hanging upsde down on a ceilieam her white hair flowingdown herblue eyes hidden but her eye lids she was huming very contently, the song as somthing by tfk, oh how she missed her music, it was her wold but now she was here in a world that was soundless , or so it was most o th time, te scuffing of shows, or et on the ground, te raspy unsettleing breahs of those trappedin itswalls she refused to be taen by the palce she was trapped in*

karren he smiled at the litle girl hehad sorta claimed her s his own he would stay up with her all ngt and cradle herwen she scream her night mares  vivid she couldent tellbetween them and memories,he felt so bad for her and he knew what it fely like to beabandon so he was sitting on the floor next to her, the girl on the couch seemed t want to be alone so he dient stray over there

sammy *she  was sitting in a wooden chair by the window looking threw the bars thatentrapted them but outidewas black, the last timelight flicered threw the was awhile ago there were no clocks and ocomunication devies in the building so sh dident know how longthy had been there*

stray * h say in th shadowed coner watching everyone but tried to avoid being seen

Lillith randomly tore her eyes away from the bright window, to turn her head and look around the dimly lit room. She wished she could talk to people, but she wouldn't let herself. Her eyes scanned the room, looking from the humming girl to the quiet, shy boy, like herself, in the corner, wishing to not be seen.

Erich looked over at Abigail. He smiled slightly to himself before speaking to her. "What're you humming there Abbi?" he said somewhat quietly, a charming smile plastered on his face. (complete fail. So sorry xD)

Emmy looked at Karren and smiled up at him. "Do you like my balloon?" she asked proudly, pointing to the red object floating quietly by her. She stretched her legs out and clapped her feet together. Though she had nightmares, she was still a very happy little girl.

Ima join 2 

name: Calla Monroe NIght Shade

Nickname:Calla

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Illness: I was raped by my father and when I tried to prove it, my mother said I was a whore and a slut and just wanted attenion. Even though she loved my fahter he  beat her, beat me and raped me. Now I'm pregnant.

Personality: Shes shy, fragile, barely talks to anyone. Once you get past all that and really get to know her, you'll find she's sweet, kind and loving. 

History: It all started when my mom, remaried and had me with her new husband. I never knew my real father because he ran off and left my mom to deffend for herself in the pregnancy. My new step dad was sweet and nice for a couple of years, untill him and my mom got married. Then he would beat me for doing stupid stufff. As I got older my mom started doing drugs to escape the pain. Eventually she was sent to rehab for 3 years. Upon those 3 years I grew to be 10. Abe, my step dad set up this game where he would hold me in his lap and touch me in places. Sometimes I would tell him to stop and he'd keep going and I would cry. When I was 15 my mom came back and the games stopped. Then she started doing drugs again once abe left on a trip. She was sent back to rehab for 3 more years and abe returned. I was seventeen when I found out 2 weeks later after abe raped me 2 weeks ago, that I was pregnant. I cried and cried and even cut myself. My mother came home finally and one day when we were arguing about me being pregnant. I told her the truth about abe, but she wouldn't listen. She even saw the cuts and said I was a bitch, whore and slut like my older sister who had got pregnant at age 16 and ran away. Abe of course denied it and my mom believed him. So they sent me to this mental ward pregnant and alone. 

Others:

Looks:

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Name: Mitchell Maye Halls

Nickname: Mitchell

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Illness: Cutting, right after my gf was killed in a car accident. I started cutting myself and doing fucked up things to myself. My parents couldn't take it anymore and sent me away. The powerful and rich Halls legacy, would not host a mis fit. I recently made friends with Calla and she understands me and so do I. She's like a lil sister to me.

Personality: Meet me

History: Dont wana talk about it........

Others:

Looks:

Mitchell

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Name: Dimitri Belikov/ Mia Smith

Nickname: Dimka or Comrade/ Mia

Age: 18/ 16

Gender: male/ female

Illness: (Remember: Optional) none/ nothing, yes there is, no, yes there is! See, nothing. (theres a lot wrong with her.)

Personality: he is quiet and seems anti-social, but very caring. He is protective of the people he cares about, and will fight for them until he dies. He is a great fighter./ Mia has anger issues and is very tough. Shes smart, and shy.

History: ask face to face./ Mia's parents were murdered infront of her when she was 4. She barely survived. That's why she is so "strange"

Others: slight russsian accent and loves his duster (coat) and old west novels/ she has a scar running down the right side of her face.

Looks:

I can't.

But everyone's accepted. (:

abbie (im dont one pot per chacter ight now im so bizzy mutitaskig!) *se opened her eyes and er blue orbs looked at him* im rebellingagainest gravity!  *she said ad reach out her arms and enbraced the boy* h hat was just omthing i was rembering before the coo coo flew of the rocker *she giggled, sweetly

karren * looked up at the ollon* i thik its quite lovely *he smiled softly* u know, its alost time for u nap *he said gealy, nrmaly leep ment terrible things so he dident want hr to start crying in reblience r anythin so he asked her, if she said no hewould allow t but then he would push for it again alitle later*

Mia: *she also sat in a chair, near dimitri, bored. She was tracing the long scars that were on her wrist with her thumb. She had started doing horrible things a few years ago, trying to get the insanity to go away. She had drunk, did drugs, and cut herself, but nothing had helped. Her sanity kept slipping away, and she was brought here, in hopes of it helping her. Little did her aunt and uncle know, this place was making her even worse.*

Calla- Walked past a room, rubbing her tummy and stopped when she saw a small girl being taken care of by a handsome and sweet stranger. A couple of tears sprang to her eyes, he reminded her of how her big sis used to be there for her all the time. 

Mitchell- Sat in the main lobby for the patients. He leaned back and looked at the walls. He brushed a hand through his dark jet black hair.